The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it in a moment. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. Here, then, but for the time and place, might be another Sidney Carton. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. I leaned over and looked at him—he was quite still.
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